An ode to traffic in the Balkans
Updated: Jan 23
The horn in Albania is king,
They use it for every small thing,
But it's just background noise,
That a driver employs,
'Cos no reaction at all does it bring.
Crossing roads is down to pure chance,
As the drivers are all in a trance,
The taxis fly by,
We all nearly die,
But the locals they don't even glance.
Viewing junctions as if they're a game,
The drivers all take their best aim,
It's such a close call,
But no gap is too small,
For Minis and trucks it's the same.
Overtaking's a foolish affair,
As the daredevil just doesn't care,
There's not enough space,
So instead it's a race,
To escape this car crash nightmare.
It's not the destination that counts - it's the journey.
Said no one ever driving in Albania in the rush hour.